Mind Hacking
Table of Contents
Introduction
0
My Story
0.1
What is Mind Hacking?
0.2
Hello World
0.3
Analyzing
1
You Are Not Your Mind
1.1
Your Mind Has a Mind of Its Own
1.2
Developing Jedi-Like Concentration
1.3
Debugging Your Mental Loops
1.4
Imagining
2
It's All in Your Mind
2.1
Your Best Possible Future
2.2
Creating Positive Thought Loops
2.3
Reprogramming
3
Write
3.1
Repeat
3.2
Simulate
3.3
Collaborate
3.4
Act
3.5
Mind Hacking Resources
4
Quick Reference
5
Endnotes
6
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Mind Hacking
Mind Hacking
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My Story
The day I gave up drinking was the day the Secret Service stormed my living room.
"Stormed" might be too strong a word, since they asked if they could come in first. They
were polite about it, two senior agents and a younger guy in his twenties. Maybe I should
have said no, but I was still a little buzzed from lunch. It was the Friday before Labor Day,
and I had polished off a couple of beers with some co-workers before leaving work early and
coming home. I only drank on special occasions, such as weekdays.
At the time, I was running a humor website that was known for doing outrageous stunts to
get publicity and promotion. One of my favorite pranks was getting a credit card in a
celebrity's name. A celebrity like, say, Barack Obama.
At the time I got the fake credit card with Barack Obama's name, he had not been officially
nominated as a candidate for the 2008 Presidential election, but I could see it was likely he'd
end up in the Oval Office. So I gleefully wrote up the story of my credit card prank, which
brought in loads of traffic to our website. I had been taking bigger and bigger risks with my
pranks, trying to outdo myself, and I thought pranking the President was pretty much the
pinnacle.
I was right. The day after Obama received the official nomination, the Secret Service were
on my doorstep. As they filed in, I led them to the living room, where two of the agents sat on
the sofa. I sat on the loveseat. The senior agent stood in front of my fireplace, facing me, his
arms folded. None of the movie clichés applied: they were not wearing earpieces or
sunglasses. Also, they were in my living room, which I've never seen in a movie.
"You may not realize that the Secret Service not only protects Presidential candidates,"
explained the agent sitting on my couch, "but we also protect the nation's money supply. So
by getting a credit card in Obama's name, you've put yourself in the crosshairs of what we
do." He was in his mid- to late-40's, with a receding hairline and dark, penetrating eyes.
"Identity theft carries a maximum of fifteen years in federal prison," added the stocky agent
in front of the fireplace, then looked around. "You've got a beautiful house here, a nice
family." He paused. "It would be a shame to throw all that away."
I had been in some insane situations, but my heart was pumping alcohol-fueled adrenaline
to my brain. Perhaps that explained the thought running through my mind, which was, I will
not give them the credit card.
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"We'd like the credit card," said the stocky agent, his arms still folded.
My voice was shaking. "I can't do that."
"Yeah? Why not?"
"Technically, the credit card belongs to the credit card company," I replied, citing a littleknown legal loophole. "I can't give it to you without their permission."
"We'll call them," said the agent on the couch, dialing the credit card company on his
cellphone. Apparently, they had anticipated this.
"One second," I said, and walked to my computer bag, shaky-legged, to get my voice
recorder. If I was going to give up my precious credit card, at least I was going to record the
conversation, so I could write about it on my website.
"What's that?" demanded the stocky one.
"I need to tell you that I will be recording this conversation," I answered, hitting the Record
button.
They looked at each other, and with surprising swiftness rose to leave. "This interview is
over," said the stocky one, as they stormed out the door and drove off.
I watched them until they turned the corner, then breathed a huge sigh of relief. Then I
calmly walked into the bathroom, and puked.
That night was one of the worst of my life. My wife, who had seen the whole thing from a
neighbor's house, was furious that I hadn't just handed over the credit card. We were both
terrified, having no idea whether the Secret Service would be back later in the night to
search the house, or simply haul me off to jail.
"If they come back," she said, "you know what they'll find."
I had grown increasingly dependent on marijuana, relying on it as the source of my creativity
and inspiration, even as it had led me to take wilder and wilder risks. Now I had a young
family, the Secret Service was on my doorstep, and I wanted to hold onto the weed even
more than the credit card.
"I can't get rid of that," I said. "You don't know what you're asking."
"You have to get rid of it," she insisted. "Either the drugs go, or I do."
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